Swallowed a camera to take a photo of the Hole.
At a conference across the street, celebrated speakers postulated theories
on this Vacuum whose hunger attracts, like gravity.
Passed the hat, pulled out a name: Soul.
And in the naming: infused it with a see-through substance,
a transparent soil where gods & demons could grow and crow,
A geography of imaginary lands providing jobs for amateur map makers,
and a history proposing additional lives, past and future,
Populated with super-hero spirits, with powers and abilities
claiming to match the odds of Lady Luck.
(forgetting their own hypothesis: the Sin of Pride),
And mathematics that propose answers to the cause of tears.
It was all there –
along with human sacrifice and sunday school lessons,
indigo conspiracies and pushpin chart connections,
magic walls and pillars, whispering invisible friends,
the face of the north wind, unidentified objects in the night sky,
and so much more.
i am looking forward to developing, and further examining,
the photos of the Hole.